Give me to drink mandragora.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.